When I am little
A thought came
While I was jumping
Who am I?
Why am here?
What is my purpose?
And then came my mom
Feed me with food
And the thought buried.
But, not actually dead.
I still remember the scene.
When I am free and alone
This will raise from the grave
And ****** me and my brain.
Search was my trial
But, still waiting
For an answer.

Hush your mind,
                       close you eyes,
                      rest your head,
                                 &
               fall asleep in death.

I never had the privilege to know you well enough,
I never had a chance to meet you in person,
But I know you well enough,
To know that you've changed the lives of millions.

It takes real talent,
To be able to touch and alter,
The deepest, darkest,
Corners of the human mind.

Yet,
It's something you did almost effortlessly,
You showed us the power of the pen,
And the paper.

You may have left us,
But you will never be forgotten,
This is a promise.